Jiang Rong stood at the door of the study with a fruit plate in his hand, and it felt like there were ten thousand bugs crawling all over his body.

Butler Lin’s method will definitely not work.

Let her act coquettishly... Jiang Xiaorong has lived her entire life only knowing how to act like a spoiled brat.

Just coax the little princess casually. If coaxing doesn't work, she won't bother to care. Anyway, her attitude has been made clear. When you quarrel in the future, you can just say with confidence that you have given in and what else can you do to make the other person angry to death.

Thinking of this, Jiang Rong suddenly felt a surge of courage and knocked on the study door.

"Come in." Shang Shaoheng said in a flat tone.

Jiang Rong pushed the door open a crack and poked a head in. "Are you busy?"

Shang Shaoheng sat at his desk, with an untouched document in front of him and a black screen on his computer. But he said coldly, "Can't you see?"

Jiang Rong: “…”

Who can withstand the double buff of this elementary school student and little princess?

Jiang Rong placed the fruit plate on the desk, pushed it in front of him with two fingers, and said, "Today's cherry tomatoes are especially sweet, try some."

Shang Shaoheng leaned back in his chair, folding his arms and saying indifferently, "You stole the fruit before serving it to me?"

Jiang Rong felt that his patience had almost reached its limit, and smiled and said, "Are you going to eat it or not?"

Shang Shaoheng said calmly: "Since you are here to apologize, you should at least be sincere in your apology."

He opened his eyelids and looked at Jiang Rong: "Feed me."

Jiang Rong: “…………”

She took a deep breath, picked up a small tomato and stuffed it into Shang Shaoheng's mouth, but she didn't expect that this bastard had bad intentions. He immediately grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

Jiang Rong fell into his arms without any preparation. The scent of cypress instantly hit her nose and went straight into her lungs, making her dizzy.

Shang Shaoheng protected her waist with his hands and put her on the desk to sit. The documents that were originally sorted on the desk were instantly in chaos. Shang Shaoheng stood up amid the rustling sound of papers and leaned over to kiss Jiang Rong.

The small tomato exploded between their lips and teeth, and the sweet and sour juice filled their mouths. Shang Shaoheng pushed the small tomato into Jiang Rong's lips and said, "I don't like sweet things, so I'll give it to you."

Jiang Rong: “…”

Jiang Rong grabbed Shang Shaoheng's hair and narrowed his eyes, "You don't like sweet things and you still want me to feed you?"

Shang Shaoheng paused and said, "I just don't like your attitude that seems to be indifferent to everything."

The juice of the small tomato stuck to Jiang Rong's lips. He licked it slowly, then bit her lips gently and said, "You said I don't know what love is, Jiang Rong, but actually you don't know either."

Jiang Rong panicked and didn't have time to think about Shang Shaoheng's territorial behavior. He said, "How could I not know! Of course... of course I know."

Shang Shaoheng put his hands on the table, trapping her between his arms. When he lowered his eyes, he could see her somewhat confused eyes.

Jiang Rong lived a carefree and unrestrained life, and most of the time, the emotions in her eyes were smiles or sarcasm, but this expression rarely appeared on her face.

Shang Shaoheng lifted her chin and asked, "If you're not guilty, why don't you dare look me in the eye?"

Jiang Rong stared at him: "Why should I feel guilty?"

Shang Shaoheng chuckled: "You are so stubborn and cute sometimes."

"What else can you praise someone for being cute?" Jiang Rong scolded him, "If you don't know how, don't force yourself to learn. It's so embarrassing."

Shang Shaoheng said, "I don't know how to learn, but I'm willing to learn. You don't know how to learn, but you refuse to admit it. Comparing the two of you, who is the more cowardly?"

Jiang Rong said: "."

Shang Shaoheng raised his eyebrows and asked, "Have you always been so fond of deceiving yourself?"

"When did I start deceiving myself?" Jiang Rong couldn't believe it. What was Shang Shaoheng thinking about all day long?

Shang Shaoheng: "You like me, but you don't admit it."

Jiang Rong: “…”

My silence was deafening.

She looked at Shang Shaoheng in disbelief and raised her hand to touch his forehead. "You don't have a fever? Are you mentally ill? You've started talking nonsense."

Shang Shaoheng grabbed her hand: "Then why didn't you move away when I kissed you."

Jiang Rong: "That's because you launched a sneak attack..."

Shang Shaoheng scoffed: "If the person kissing you was someone else, would you not resist?"

"Ginger." Shang Shaoheng's hand moved along her waistline and finally into her pocket, touching the cold butterfly knife. "According to your personality, if someone dared to do this to you and you didn't like it, you would probably kill them at all costs. You always carry this knife with you, why didn't you even take it out?"

Jiang Rong pursed his lips, "Then what do you want to prove?"

"Prove that you like me too." Shang Shaoheng said calmly: "If you think I don't know what love is, then I hope you can learn what love is with me."

Shang Shaoheng had mostly spoken to people in a condescending manner, rarely making requests like this. He was a little uncomfortable for a moment, so he paused and added, "If you don't agree, I'll break your legs and lock you up until you agree."

Jiang Rong's expression is hard to describe.

When she thought Shang Shaoheng had evolved, Shang Shaoheng always managed to ruin the entire previous paragraph with a primary school student's speech.

He always spoke so harshly, but in fact, the most outrageous thing he had done to her since they met was to dye her hair green, and the hair dye was disposable.

"What's your answer?" Shang Shaoheng asked.

Jiang Rong rolled his eyes: "How childish of you."

She pushed Shang Shaoheng hard, and Shang Shaoheng fell back onto the chair, and she took the opportunity to press him down.

In this position, Shang Shaoheng was in an absolute disadvantage, but he did not resist. Instead, he spread his hands and let Jiang Rong do whatever he wanted.

Jiang Rong knelt between his legs, raised an eyebrow and said, "I can promise you."

"But if you don't like you, you can't keep pestering me."

Shang Shaoheng smiled: "You seem very confident."

Jiang Rong smiled confidently.

I've been single for 19 years, how could I possibly lose to a primary school kid like you? Ridiculous.

"Okay, I promise you." Shang Shaoheng held her waist and forced her close to him, "Then what is our relationship now?"

"Are you so anxious for a formal relationship?" Jiang Rong thought for a moment, then frivolously hooked Shang Shaoheng's chin and said, "What else can we be related to? We're just classmates."

She leaned against Shang Shaoheng's neck and laughed, "Classmate Shang, everyone should be harmonious and friendly and help each other, and strive to get high scores in the final exam, okay?"

Shang Shaoheng's eyes darkened, and he wanted to kiss her again. This time, Jiang Rong didn't let him succeed. She stood up lightly, waved her hand and said, "I won't disturb you from your daze. Go on, I'm going to play games."

Shang Shaoheng clicked his tongue.

Jiang Rong walked out of the study, his calm demeanor instantly vanishing. He leaned against the wall, listening to his heartbeat like a drum for a while before muttering, "It's over. Now I'm an elementary school student too."